For the heart that still is true
Oh remember me once more.
Oh remember me once more.
Mairi. I cannot tell if it be memory
That burns me so, or if the heart of love
Looks out from eyes I never saw till now.
That burns me so, or if the heart of love
Looks out from eyes I never saw till now.
Alastair. The memory of a thousand years is on us,
The darkened years since our young souls, new-made,
Looked out through other eyes on other lands.
For you and I spoke with a hundred tongues,
And saw a hundred lives passing us by,
Before we came to Morven of the stags.
They have fled by like the light winds that blow
Swift shadows o’er a waveless loch. But we,
Like the loch water, bide the same for ever,
Since first the gods fashioned our souls of mist,
That at the end will take them back again.
The darkened years since our young souls, new-made,
Looked out through other eyes on other lands.
For you and I spoke with a hundred tongues,
And saw a hundred lives passing us by,
Before we came to Morven of the stags.
They have fled by like the light winds that blow
Swift shadows o’er a waveless loch. But we,
Like the loch water, bide the same for ever,
Since first the gods fashioned our souls of mist,
That at the end will take them back again.
Mairi. The gods are dead, or if they live I care not,
For over my poor heart they have no power.
Here in the changing world we stand alone,
Ourselves forever. I am Mairi Bain,
And you are Alastair, my love. Forget
The gods that haunted you, for they were dreams,
And I hold truth for you in these two hands,
For over my poor heart they have no power.
Here in the changing world we stand alone,
Ourselves forever. I am Mairi Bain,
And you are Alastair, my love. Forget
The gods that haunted you, for they were dreams,
And I hold truth for you in these two hands,
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